âWould you do me a favour?â
Dylanâs deep voice rolled over her. âYou certainly arenât backward about asking for what you wantâIâll give you that.â
âI need you to get the key for my cuffs.â
After a long, slow pause he said, âThe key?â
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. âItâs my top right breast pocket. I canât reach it. So, unless you do want me to become a permanent fixtureâ¦â
The rest of her words dried up in her throat and her eyes flung open.
It seemed she hadnât had to ask twice. Dylanâs hand was already sliding into the pocket, his fingertips brushing against the soft cotton over her braâjust slowly enough so that a ripple of goosebumps sprang up all over her body, and just fast enough so that she couldnât accuse him of taking advantage.
All too soon he held up the key. âThis the one youâre after?â
She hoped to God it was. If he made another foray in there she didnât know what she might do.
When Ally Blake was a little girl she made a wish that when she turned twenty-six she would marry an Italian two years older than her. After it actually came true, she realised she was onto something with these wish things. So, next she wished that she could make a living spending her days in her pyjamas, eating M&Ms and drinking scads of coffee while turning her formative experiences of wallowing in teenage crushes and romantic movies into creating love stories of her own. The fact that she is now able to spend her spare time searching the internet for pictures of handsome guys for research purposes is merely a bonus!
Come along and visit her website at www.allyblake.com
Ally Blake also writes for the Mills & Boon® Romance series!
Recent books by the same author:
A NIGHT WITH THE SOCIETY PLAYBOY
THE MAGNATEâS INDECENT PROPOSAL
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DATING THE REBEL TYCOON
Dear Reader
After setting most of my books in the cool, elegant, cosmopolitan southern Australian city of Melbourne, in which I now live, when the idea for this story popped into my head I had no choice but to set it in the city in which I grew up.
Brisbane is a city with a young heart. When I think of her I see a gleaming city skyline, sprawling suburbs, the tight curves of her meandering river, lush green hills, warm golden beaches a stoneâs throw away, and most of all the kind of stunning year-round weather other cities envy. They donât say sheâs beautiful one day and perfect the next for nothing!
The funny thing is, living away from a place for nearly a decade means things changeâfavourite restaurants have closed down, shopping precincts that were once cool are now passé, and even street names have disappeared into the cavernous blur that is my memory. But that has given me the chance to rediscover Brisbane in a new wayâand more great excuses to head on up to visit my gorgeous family.
And now that Iâve started writing about the fabulous and formidable Kelly family, and their place in the Brisbane landscape, Iâm not sure where Iâm going to stop! Dylanâs brothers and sisters, and their friends, have all clamoured to the surface of my subconscious, begging for stories of their own.
My only concern is who will be the next to fall in love?
Ally
www.allyblake.com
To beautiful, sunny Brisbane.
The city which gave me my first crush, first kiss, and first love.
CHAPTER ONE
âMR KELLY?â
Dylan looked up from his corner office desk on the thirtieth floor of Kelly Tower to find his assistant, Eric, practically quivering in the doorway. âShoot.â
Ericâs voice tremored as he tried to say, âI⦠Thereâs⦠Iâm not sure I quite know how toâ¦â
Whistling a breath through the smallest gap between his lips, Dylan pushed back his chair and leant his chin upon steepled fingers. âTake a breath. Visualise your happy place. Count to ten. Whatever it takes. Just remember that I am a very busy, very important man and get to the point.â
Eric did as he was told, so quickly Dylan thought the kid might hyperventilate. But he managed to say, âI have to get onto your computer for a sec.â
âGo for your life.â Dylan pushed his chair back to give the guy room.
Eric slid into place, his fingers flying over the keyboard with the speed of a kid born with a laptop attached to his thighs. âA friend of mine works for an online news mag and he messaged me to say I had to see something. This address ought to give us a direct feed.â
Dylanâs cheek twitched. âSeriously, kid, if youâve come in here all a fluster because some blog has footage of me feeding spaghetti and meatballs to that nifty little Olympic diver I met in Luxembourg last weekâ¦â
His next words froze on his tongue and he slid his chair back beneath his desk with such speed Eric had to leap out of the way.
The monitor was not in fact showing any footage of him. Or the nifty little Olympian. Or meatballs, for that matter.
Dylan didnât even have the chance to be the slightest bit ashamed of his own self-absorption as the crystal clear digital footage brought his